My heart is hurting. No, I have not lost my wife (I love you gurl!) my heart is really hurting. Every time I eat, especially something with sugar, I feel sharp pains in my chest. Real deal. I am 35 years old with high blood pressure, high cholesterol and a ton of stress. Black men die of heart disease more than any other ethnicity and I am fast becoming one of the norm.
So why don’t I change? Because it’s hard. I am overweight (gained 40 pounds in 10 years), probably have pre-diabetes, love to workout (sometimes) and have a very difficult time changing my diet. My doctor put me on a blood pressure medication five months ago that I sporadically take. My wife implores me to lose the weight – to live! – yet I make little progress and regress even faster. My reluctance to follow instructions whether they are hers or the dietician is making me into the typical, Black Family Man. Fat.
Yes, I said it. We’re fat. We overeat, do not do enough cardio exercise and die at 50. Bernie Mac. And why? Because we have failed to make the adjustment. Everyday I tell myself “this is the day” yet by 2pm I am fiending for a sugar rush and have to have bread or coffee or chocolate or fruit or juice. Sugar is our nemesis, yet we feast upon it. And then we leave our families without a man. Without a father. Without a husband. Prematurely.
I am afraid to die? Absolutely. Please pray for me and help me to uplift myself to be the best BFM I can be. In order to do this, my heart has to hurt less.
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